Many speaks more than one language,
As many people reach a certain age,
All becomes one,
And that one is what gets
everything done.
Questions are being asked,
As facial expressions are
being masked,
One language refers to all,
Referring to one painful fall.
Why does it hurt?
Why do everything has to hurt?
Questions after questions,
Am i trapped inside hallucinations?
Pain is the language that
speaks for all,
Rendezvous with it makes us bawl,
I need these questions to stop,
As the pain has been nonstop...
YOU ARE READING
.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoesiaYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
